Chapter 130 .，！

Violent coughing erupted as many drunken patrons stared blankly at their glasses. The rum within had suddenly turned crimson, and their alcohol-addled brains couldn't comprehend what was happening. They only understood when they felt blood flowing from their mouths, noses, and ears, and then it dawned on them: "What the hell? I'm having a nosebleed?"

Nosebleeds were impartial; they affected everyone regardless of race, and were easily dismissed.

The drunks only realized something was truly wrong when their bodies began to betray them.

But by the time they understood, the grim reaper was already grinning, scythe raised above their heads.

Thus, the obstacles before Lord Fok were swiftly cleared as anyone who stood in his path fell ill and died. Meanwhile, Fang Senyan had to weave through the crowd, and with the distance widening again, they were rapidly pulling apart.

However, having already grasped Lord Fok's most terrifying aspect, Fang Senyan had already planned his next move.

He darted directly into a seemingly prosperous bar.

In this era, bars were multi-functional, like modern-day massage parlors, offering foot massages, tea, cupping, acupuncture, and even prostate massages. One could choose to be massaged, or to massage, or both.

Therefore, most bars in Tortuga, besides selling liquor, also doubled as lodging, clubs, and so on. Some focused on gambling, while others offered sexual services.

The bar Fang Senyan entered was primarily a gambling establishment, with liquor sales as a secondary function. It was packed day and night with gamblers, a veritable gold mine. Its location was also prime, situated in Tortuga's most bustling area, akin to Chongqing's Jiefangbei, Beijing's Wangfujing, Hong Kong's Central, or Chengdu's Chunxi Road. It was easy to imagine that this bar had powerful backers.

The lucrative pie that was Tortuga Harbor couldn't be eaten by just one person. Besides "Pirate Rule" Cotel, with whom Fang Senyan had already crossed paths, there were several other underground factions.

The largest of these was the pirate group of Chevalle, one of the Seven Pirate Lords, who had just suffered a crushing defeat!

Because they had just suffered a crushing defeat and their strength had rapidly diminished, they needed to fiercely protect their interests. They had no way out and couldn't afford another failure.

Fang Senyan looked back at Lord Fok, who was fifty or sixty meters behind him and rapidly approaching, along with the people around him who were being consumed by disease and vomiting. He pushed open the bar door, a cold smile playing on his lips, and entered the casino.

Two burly men at the entrance, unfamiliar with Fang Senyan, were about to speak when Fang Senyan silenced them with a heavy money bag. Though a bag full of gold francs was painful when it hit the face, they immediately smiled obsequiously and let Fang Senyan pass. Fang Senyan was familiar with the layout and quickly disappeared into the sardine-packed crowd of gamblers.

Less than ten seconds later, the bar door was rudely thrown open with a "bang," and an indescribable gust of cold wind swept in. The two burly men couldn't help but shiver. Then they saw Lord Fok's icy eyes, which seemed to contain a frozen wasteland: "Get out of the way."

The two men were pirates from Chevalle's group, survivors of countless battles. They felt uneasy seeing Lord Fok's fully armed appearance. This was a place for gambling; if someone came in carrying a large bag full of gold francs, they would be welcomed with open arms. But someone dressed in full armor, as if going to war, looked like they were planning to lose their armor. It was like someone wearing a stocking mask and carrying a cleaver running into a bank, clearly with bad intentions.

So, upon hearing "Get out of the way," the two burly men immediately scowled. They were both ruthless pirates who were already suppressing themselves by having to smile here.

One of the men simply kicked out at Lord Fok. Facing this tin can, he had no interest in testing the armor's hardness with his fist.

Lord Fok took the kick head-on and grabbed the man's lower leg. The man suddenly felt that the leg he had kicked with had completely lost sensation. He could clearly see a layer of pale blue ice extending up his lower leg. Then, Lord Fok's left hand tightened, and with a crisp crack, the man's entire lower leg—flesh, blood, and bone—instantly turned into hundreds of shattered pieces of crimson ice!

The man screamed miserably. It wasn't because of the pain; the nerves in his leg had been completely frozen and were numb. It was his body's instinctive reaction to seeing his leg shatter into pieces. Then, suddenly, customers in the casino began clutching at the tables and vomiting violently. Others bent over, blood gushing from their nostrils, while still others collapsed on the ground, groaning and writhing, losing control of their bowels.

After Chevalle's group failed, they had been wary of others taking advantage of their misfortune and trying to seize their territory. Therefore, this gold mine of a casino was heavily guarded, with many men stationed there, ready for a pirate raid.

Hearing the chaos in the casino, all the thugs rushed out.

For a time, gunfire, curses, and fighting filled the casino. Chevalle's men were also very strong; after all, they were subordinates of one of the Seven Pirate Lords. Even if these guys were not as strong as the crew of the three legendary warships, they were at most only slightly inferior!

Just then, Lord Fok saw Fang Senyan in the distance, kneeling painfully on the ground, seemingly vomiting violently and dizzy. It must be the disease taking effect! His heart filled with a sense of vengeful pleasure! He was about to seize this audacious thief, but a storm of musket balls rained down on his body, sparking and denting his plate armor. The Chevalle group's thugs were desperately clinging to him.

“These… damned ants! They dare hinder my progress!”

A surge of anger blazed in Lord Fok's heart! An ice shield appeared in front of his hands, blocking most of the attacks. Then, a large amount of black aura emerged from his body, writhing like snakes or worms as it rushed toward the surrounding people!

These people seemed to still be attacking, but before long, they began to cough violently, or clutch their heads in pain, or cough up blood and collapse.

Lord Fok coughed hoarsely twice, strode forward again, and casually stomped the head of the frozen thug next to him into pieces! Just then, a figure leaped down from the second floor of the bar. This figure had been lurking in the shadows of the pillars all along. Now, appearing at full height, the silhouette seemed extremely tall. The palms of the hands looked somewhat dry, the kind of skin and bones, but with large, powerful knuckles.

In this hand, he held a very characteristic ring blade.

This ring blade was pitch-black, the edge was absolutely sharp. When he slashed at Lord Fok, weirdly there was no sound of wind, no form. Where it passed, there was only a wide and abrupt shadow of death rippling with red in the darkness -

A flash of blade light!

But for some reason, when this figure swung the ring blade, their chest also rose and fell, and they couldn’t help coughing.

This gave Lord Fok a moment to react.

He grabbed a person next to him and held them in front of himself. Where the ring blade passed, it cut the guy Lord Fok was using as a shield in two, the corpse naturally spurting blood!

Even so, Lord Fok's right shoulder armor was also struck by this blade. Amid the ear-splitting friction, sparks from the ring blade spurted out two or three feet long, causing a terrible wound to the armor! It had clearly also injured the flesh inside. But from the cracks in the armor, no flesh could be seen, only a rolling surge of black aura.

And the ring blade cleverly rebounded by using the force of the counter-attack. Gently pushed on the figure's finger, it slashed towards Lord Fok's mask. At this moment, Lord Fok also pulled out his ice blade and clashed with the ring blade!

Suddenly, a layer of thin ice was frozen on the surface of the ring blade, and then it was blasted away. However, the coughing of the person who launched the surprise attack finally rang out uncontrollably. What flowed out from the wound on Lord Fok's shoulder was not blood at all, but a kind of oily black liquid, like a corpse rotting and then mashed into flesh, and then mixed with the feeling of formalin. It could even be seen that the wound would still occasionally show a virtualization image of the ring blade, continuing to frantically cut the wound!

“Withdraw!” the attacking shadow only said one word, but there was already obvious blood overflowing from the fingers covering his mouth! It seemed that saying this word was already consuming all of his strength!

With this order, all the pirates immediately retreated like a receding tide, taking even the corpses and weapons of their dead comrades with them!